St. Nicholas

When I was growing up, on the evening of December 5th, we'd leave our shoes out in the kitchen for St. Nicholas to fill with a small (usually sugar-laden, because I am a sucker for some good holiday sugar) treat or two. But in Steve's childhood, St. Nicholas filled stockings.

Did you know stockings are bigger than shoes?

And can hold an entire package of holiday Oreos?

(Even if my shoe could hold an entire package of holiday Oreos, I don't think I'd want it to do so. There has to be some lingering foot thing on the cookie packaging, right? And I HATE feet things...)

Plus brand new Rudolph slippers?

So I guess it goes without saying that we went with Steve's childhood on this one, right?